#as per fucking usual. whos surprised anymore

[nasty-dungeon]

ive been busy.

[that1emowitch]

Bruce, high on painkillers, is being babysat by Jason. Jason has to do an emergency Red Hood thing, and lacking an alternative, slaps a stock domino on Bruce and drags him along.

Bruce proceeds to say/do the most unhinged shit. The goons are suddenly viscerally aware of where Hood got it from.

WOW okay you guys are unhinged, you know that?

(And I love it <3)

A/N: I fully intended to write a crack fic, but the feels crawled in through the plot holes I missed and made their homes in the heart of the story. Also I don't know what you mean by 'stock domino' so I'm assuming it's one of those dollar store ripoffs.

(TW: Accidental overdosing on painkillers, mentions of blood, Jason's usual level of swearing, some goons almost dying but like in a funny way.)

Word Count: 2328

Jason wants to scream.

Like, let it rip out on an abandoned cliff in the howling rain kinda scream.

But no, he's stuck babysitting Brucie Wayne who accidentally OD'd on fucking painkillers after trying to treat himself in Alfred's unfortunate absence (how does that even happen?!).

Dick and Damian are out doing some brotherly-bonding thing, Tim's with the Titans, Duke and Cass are at the movies, and Steph has declared herself "not one of Bruce's kids." Leaving Jason as the only one free to look after their "Dad".

Jason pushes Bruce down on the Batcave's gurney for the billionth time after he attempts (keyword: attempts) to walk again, scowling. None of them are getting any waffles from me again. Or pancakes. Or scones. Or anything I make for them out of my sweet, kind heart. Those little shits.

Jason puts two fingers on Bruce’s wrist, checking his pulse. His skin is cold and clammy, breathing slow, but at least he’s not vomiting anymore. He sighs, collapsing on a chair beside Bruce. He's tired. So fucking tired.

Just as Jason's eyes flutter shut for a moment, the Batcomputer's alarm suddenly blares.

Bruce shoots up, shouting, "ALARM!"

Grumbling, Jason drags himself to the computer, pushing Bruce down along the way. He opens the glaring red notification, brows creased.

Black Mask's goons have intercepted some military shipment...

"Ugh..." Jason groans, and moves to put on his helmet (he never changed out of his costume), checking his guns, when a sudden crash from behind him snaps his attention to the man-child he's supposed to be babysitting.

Bruce has stepped off the gurney and collapsed face-down on the med bay's floor.

He can't just leave him there, can he?

Jason considers his options: He could either strap Bruce to the gurney and leave (in which case Dick will have his head), or he could take Bruce out on the streets with him (in which case Dick will absolutely want to murder him.)

Jason smirks. It’s obvious which one’s the right choice.

Ten minutes later, Jason’s riding through the city at over a hundred miles per hour, with Bruce strapped to the backseat of his motorcycle. Bruce is wearing a dollar store ripoff of the Robin domino and a Robin-themed cape made of Tim’s bedsheets, looking absolutely ecstatic at the high speed.

They arrive at the warehouse where Black Mask’s goons have transported their stolen goods, parking in a shadowed spot a building away. Jason gets off, helping Bruce onto his feet, and says, “Now, I’m going to go shoot some people, you stay hidden and quiet, got that?”

“Guns are bad,” Bruce replies, holding a finger to Jason’s helmet. “Just like clowns. And ducks.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jason shakes his head. He doesn’t have time for this right now.

Jason quickly scales the nearest building, grappling to the roof of the warehouse. He peeks in through a hatch in the roof to survey the area. There are about a dozen armed goons, none of them looking very bright. There are 4 crates they’re guarding, likely filled with ammo.

Cocking his guns, Jason jumps down through the hatch, landing right in the middle of the warehouse with a ‘thud’ sound. “Surprise,” He grins, raising his guns.

“Aye, that’s Red Hood, ain’t it?” Comes a goon’s terrified voice. The others around him immediately aim their guns at Jason— they’re clearly untrained.

Suddenly there’s another thud behind him. “That’s a bucket, you morons!” Comes a too-familiar, slurred voice. Jason turns around to come face-to-face with Bruce, eyes wide. 

In a fight with any real criminals, this distraction would have cost Jason his life. But luckily these adorably clueless goons are just as shocked as him.

Unfortunately the distraction only lasts for a few seconds. Jason immediately jumps into the fight, shooting three goons in the kneecaps and dodging a few bullets. From the corner of his eye, he sees two more goons running out the door, crying. He punches another guy in the face, instantly knocking him out, and is about to turn back to check on Bruce when suddenly something hard collides with his skull.

Jason staggers slightly, trying to regain his balance, when he sees a goon holding a giant stone, wearing a proud grin.

Fuck, his helmet’s probably busted…

Then suddenly Bruce is running towards the goon, hands fisted and veins popping, screaming, “NO ONE HURTS MY SON!”

Then Bruce’s fist collides with the goon’s with a sickening crunch, splattering blood across the floor as the man crumples to the ground. Bruce doesn’t stop there, and continues to beat him up, yelling profanities.

It warms Jason’s cold, (un)dead heart to watch that— to see his Dad fighting for him. It’s like they say, you’re most truthful when you’re drunk— or high. This is how much Bruce loves him.

Then another thought strikes him— Bruce is going to regret being this violent when he sobers up. It’s going to claw at him, tear him up, and he’s going to compartmentalize and end up punishing himself by overworking.

Jason rushes forward, pulling Bruce off of the man. “B— Robin, stop!” He shouted, looking into the man’s domino-covered eyes.

Bruce’s brows furrow. “Robin?”

Jason points to Bruce’s Robin-themed cape and stock domino.

“Ah.” Bruce nods, pulling away. “You okay? Did you see any duck?”

“Duck?” Jason pauses in confusion. But before he can question it farther, he spies the three remaining goons using a ladder to climb up through the roof of the warehouse, trying to escape.

“Stay here. And do not move.” Jason orders Bruce, and runs after them.

He makes his way up the ladder as fast as he can , exiting under the polluted night sky. The goons, the ridiculously stupid goons, are standing around the edge of the roof, trying to figure out how they’re going to get down.

He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this ridiculous shit.

Actually, scratch that, he doesn’t get paid at all.

“Wow, you guys are pathetic,” Comes Red Hood’s robotic voice, startling the goons, and one of them accidentally topples over the edge, screaming. Jason ensures that the guy’s hanging on tight— he can wait.

He cocks his guns, aiming both at the two standing goons. Both men are trembling with fear, hands up in surrender. “Hood— Mr. Hood, please—” One of them squeaks, but one look from Jason shuts him up.

“Please. Mr. Hood was my father,” Jason quips, his robotic chuckle sounding sinister. 

That’s when he hears another voice behind him (again)— “But I’m your father.”

Jason jumps, whipping around. “How did you— I didn’t even hear you come!”

Bruce just shrugs innocently, waving his bloodstained hands at the terrified goons.

Then Jason hears the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. From the corner of his eye he sees the bolder of the goons, the one that had spoken before, taking aim.

“DUCK!” He yells, falling out of the way.

Instead of dodging, Bruce falls into a defensive stance, looking around frantically. “Where?!”

The bullet barely misses Bruce’s ear as he turns his head.

Jason has had it with sky-high Bruce now. Annoyance rising, he quickly shoots the two goons in the kneecaps, forgetting about the one hanging off the edge, and stalks up to Bruce, glaring.

“What is up with you and ducks?!” He demands, his voice raised.

“Ducks are evil,” Bruce spits, nose wrinkled. “Just like clowns. And bats.”

Jason’s brows raise. “Bats are evil?”

“Yeah, duh, that’s why everyone’s scared of Batman.” Bruce rolls his eyes, his drawl sounding too much like Steph. “Bats are scary.”

“You really took ‘become what you fear’ too literally, huh?” Jason snorts, putting his guns back in their holsters. Then he takes off his helmet, checking the damage— just a slight crack at the back. Not too bad.

“You know, I fell into a hole and into a cave when I was a boy and a dozen bats attacked me. I nearly died.” Bruce continues, gesturing towards the air with his hands. 

“Yeah, right.” Jason shakes his head, chuckling. “Now come on, we gotta get you back.”

That’s when another voice rings out, high-pitched and scared. “Um, Mr. Hood? Please HELP! Please, please, please—”

Jason’s attention snaps to the corner of the roof— ah, right, the goon’s still hanging off the edge, isn’t he?

He grumbles, making his way over, and squats above the man, shaking his head. The man below him looks like he’s pissed himself, face ashen, tears running down his cheeks, muttering, “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…” On repeat.

“I’ll pull you up on one condition,” Jason looks down at him, voice low. “Never become a gun for hire again. If I see you fighting on the streets…” He pulls out his gun.

“No, no, I won’t, I swear…” The man whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. Jason sighs, and grabs the man by the collar and hauls him up. He crumples onto the roof, curling into a ball.

“Take out your phone and dial 911, tell them you’ve been naughty,” Jason orders, his gun pointed at the man’s head. (What? A guy needs to have some fun.)

The man whines, and immediately obliges.

“Pathetic,” Jason ties the man up quickly, and makes his way over to Bruce, who was sitting on the floor of the roof, taking apart some random crushed handphone he’s found.

“Get up, old man. GCPD will be here soon. We’re going home.” He pulls Bruce up, ignoring how he longingly stares at the dismantled phone.

The two of them grapple down from the roof, landing safely on the pavement. As they walk towards his bike, Bruce says, “Did you know I ate a phone once?”

Jason stumbles slightly. “What?”

“Tasted nice. Like electricity. Crackle-y.” Bruce hummed, his face straight (as straight as someone dating Superman could be). He isn't kidding.

That, or he's delusional.

“Don't try it. You might turn into a computer or something.” Bruce nodded very seriously.

“Oh god,” Jason snorts. “I'm so glad my helmet’s recording all this. Perfect blackmail material.”

“Black's a very, very pretty color.”

Jason rolls his eyes, revving the motor, making sure Bruce is safely strapped onto the backseat behind him. “You're just emo.”

“What's emo?” Bruce raises an eyebrow, words slightly slurred.

“Y'know, when people wear all that black makeup, skinny jeans, with hair covering their eyes.” Jason explains, putting a spare helmet on Bruce's head. “And listen to, like, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. The Emo Trinity.”

“Oh, oh!” Bruce's eyes sparkle. “Dickie used to do that! He went to a My Chemmy concert once, but he didn't want me coming along.” He pouts.

Jason thinks of all the times Gerard Way has shoved a mic down his throat and grabbed his junk. “Yeah, I wonder why.”

Then he turns around to look Bruce in the eye. “But, Golden Boy was emo? Seriously?”

Bruce just smiles and nods, saying, “Now go.”

“Going,” Jason smirks and speeds down the streets of Gotham city, not slowing down until their surroundings change from shitty apartment buildings and broken street lights to the eerie quiet of Bristol. He can see the Manor in the distance when he takes a hidden turn, straight down the road that leads to the Batcave. 

He pulls into the underground ‘garage’ section of the Cave, parking his bike before helping Bruce off. As he removes Bruce’s ripoff domino and “cape”, he says sternly, “Now, you tell no one of what we did today, got that? Not a soul.”

Bruce just flashes a thumbs-up and smiles in the most un-Bruce-like way possible. It’s a little creepy, honestly.

“And even if you remember this once you sober up you won’t talk, because you swore on your soul not to tell.”

“Mhm. Kay.”

“Good.” Jason smiles slightly, helping Bruce back to the gurney, making him lie down. He checks him over for any symptoms that the painkiller overdose is making his health worse. His skin’s still cold and clammy, but his breathing’s more steady. His pupils aren’t as small anymore, and he’s way more responsive than he was an hour ago.

Huh. Maybe all he really needed was some exercise.

Jason sits down beside his father, taking a deep breath. “Hey, uh… Did you really mean that, back there? That… That I’m your son?”

Bruce’s brows furrow. “Yes, who else’s son would you be? Superman’s?”

A short laugh escapes Jason. He moves closer to Bruce, lying down so his head is resting beside the older man’s. “I just…” He sighs, unable to form the right words. “I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but… I love you, Dad.”

“Aww, Jaybird…” Bruce’s hand moves sluggishly to cradle Jason. “I love you so much more than you could ever imagine.”

A small smile plays on Jason’s lips as he closes his eyes, leaning into his Dad’s touch. Maybe… maybe babysitting a high Bruce isn’t so bad.

[BONUS!!!]

Dick walks into the infirmary nearly an hour later with Damian trailing behind him, intending to check up on Bruce. He’s been ringing Jason’s phone for a while now, but he hasn’t been picking up. And… Honestly, Dick’s getting worried.

“Tt. I knew we shouldn’t have left Father’s safety in the hands of an incompetent fool such as Todd,” Damian frowns, scowling.

“No, no, it’s probably just a misunderstanding,” Dick tries to reassure his baby brother, but he picks up his pace. “I mean, we both know what Jason’s like. One moment he’s nice, one moment he’s—”

His voice trails off as he sees Jason sitting on a chair beside Bruce, who’s on the gurney— both asleep, with Jason’s head resting on Bruce’s shoulder, and Bruce cradling him.

“Aww, Little Wing…” Dick smiles, pausing. Even Damian freezes behind him. Dick steers him away, back into the main house, so as to not disturb the sleeping pair. “Yeah, they’re okay. Nothing bad happened.”

[sinkableruby]

luffy doesn't have a tumblr but there's a 500k note post about him from one of the crew that does (going with robin)

YEAAHHHH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH THATS PERFECT THATS EXACTLY TRUE

ahem

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

Today officially marks the day my friend has been permanently banned from one thousand restaurants. He's very unhappy about it, but I couldn't be more proud of him. It takes dedication to achieve something like that.

🐬 nauticalradical Follow

There's no way he got banned from 1000 separate restaurants come on at least make it believable

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

No, it really was a thousand, if I'm counting properly. He's always hungry, so he's always looking for new places to eat at, but whenever he finds one he orders so much food that they usually run out of ingredients and the chefs and other customers get upset. Then he tries to pay the bill with his "treasure tab," which is basically money he doesn't have yet but plans on getting in the future.

🍐 eating-all-your-pears Follow

UHH I THINK THAT'S JUST CALLED STEALING???

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

Normally I would agree, but to him it's not. He still intends to pay all of them back, and he thinks all the restaurant owners are being stingy for not letting him back in.

👹 houseoftwigs Follow

OP I'd like to study your friend in a lab

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

I'm already studying him, so you can't.

⚓ marine-triologist789 Follow

Wait, hold on, something doesn't add up here. If he really didn't pay for any of those meals, wouldn't he have been arrested by now??? Like, you can't just go to a bunch of restaurants, eat all their food, not pay, and then not get arrested for it, right?? Am I crazy???

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

The police have been after him for a long time now, but he's really good at evading them. He actually broke into prison once to bust his brother out and they still couldn't catch him, which is honestly embarrassing, in my opinion.

🐸 froghopper47 Follow

WHAT

🧊 tumdruh Follow

✌ be-free-drink-piss Follow

WHAT A FUCKING LEGEND

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

He had to go into hiding after that, though, or they really might have caught him. When he saw me again for the first time in 2 years, the first words he spoke directly to me were "do you have any meat?"

🌵 spicegirl Follow

SOMEONE FEED THIS MAN

👗 superdress Follow

this dude isa fucking alien who the fuck walks up to someone and asks them for meat straight up

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

He really likes meat.

🌪 the-windsmeth Follow

"average person has a carbon footprint of 4 tons per year" factoid is actually just a statistical error. Meat Menace, who eats 10,000 pounds of meat each day, is an outlier and should not have been counted

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

He might actually eat that much in a day. I wouldn't be surprised. His stomach is probably bottomless. Maybe it's for the best that he can't go to restaurants anymore.

🐩 yaarrrrp Follow

🏴‍☠️ piratelover69 Follow

op is there anything else we should know about this guy????

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

Not really. He did grow up in the woods, though.

🏴‍☠️ piratelover69 Follow

HELLO?? IS HE OKAY???

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

He's fine. Also, he doesn't know what sex is.

🏴‍☠️ piratelover69 Follow

DID HE NOT GET AN EDUCATION???? WHERE DOES HE THINK BABIES COME FROM THEN???????

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

Good question. Hold on, I'm going to ask him.

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

He said it's one of life's greatest mysteries.

😊 delicate-tempest Follow

OP you told him where they come from right???? OP??????????

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op please get this man on tumblr we have to talk to the meat menace

📚 devilish-archeologist79 Follow

No.

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[fastboatsmojito]

Nightmares - Scott Miller

| a/n; this isn’t technically for Moontober bc nightmares is day twenty seven and I have something different planned, but I woke up about an hour ago from a nightmare myself and this felt like the appropriate response tbh

| cw; just some angst and a little fluff, talk about nightmares, probably very self-indulgent idk what to tell you, one bed trope whoops, not super proofread as per the tags <3

| wc; 800

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You woke up suddenly, out of breath and sweaty, sitting up and trying to will yourself into thinking about anything else.

“Jesus, you alright?” There was an unfamiliar softness in his voice, probably just from being woken up by your panicked breaths, though you jumped anyway, shaky as you looked over at him, uncharacteristic worry on his face as he sat up.

“Shit sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Just a bad dream.” You mumbled, words caught in the back of your throat proving difficult to come out, both exhausted from a restless sleep and energized from the pure panic and anxiety. That was always the worst part, being too scared of your own subconscious to go back to bed, involuntarily keeping yourself awake to stop yourself from drifting back into the personal hell you’d found yourself in before.

“Do you.. want to talk about it?” His voice still came out low, though the gruff from not having talked on purpose quite yet was peeking through. He wasn’t too sure how to comfort anyone at all - questioning himself more than you, you weren’t so used to it either; his words rather than his voice alone surprising you this time.

You shook your head, less responding to his question - though it sufficed, more trying to shake out the mental picture and get your brain to function correctly because it wasn’t difficult to understand nightmares but understanding why they happen didn’t seem to help much.

You had a sleep journal, you corrected them as best you could in your head after writing them down, you drank stress relieving tea and read articles and books on dream study and what it all means and it helps but it doesn’t fix the deepest, strangest anxieties that build up over time. The bizarre collection of everything you’ve thought about in the last month coming back to haunt you in a way that feels personal because it is.

Your brain knows the absolute worst combination of everything you’ve thought about or seen or heard, and if you eat too much fucking dairy or think about one specific thing for just the right amount of too much time, none of the rest of it matters anymore. And maybe you weren’t doing enough but maybe you just needed someone to tell you that it wasn’t real because hearing it from yourself so often was getting a little old and -

The tears were sudden - they usually are, soft and warm running down your face and you didn’t notice until a tear dropped down onto the hand still clutching your chest.

And then a warm hand was cautiously rubbing your back and your overly-worried coworker was trying to understand. Surprising himself again when a simply reassuring ‘you’re alright’ found its way out of his mouth, yawning quietly after and probably trying not to roll back over and fall asleep - bless him.

If it were just a few days ago you would’ve been shocked at the mere fact you were even in the same bed - a little mixup caused by none other than Javi, but sharing a room was excuse enough to get a little too comfortable for ‘professionalism’.

You gave up on the whole ‘oh I’ll just sleep on this tiny, uncomfortable chair for a few days until it’s sorted’ act days ago, diluting your dignity and climbing into bed with your similarly less than enthusiastic coworker who gave up on that shtick after the first night.

He wanted to go back to sleep - he really did, his eyes were practically closing themselves. But he surely couldn’t sleep next to someone actively crying and though he could be mean and - more accurately; a dick, he wasn’t completely emotionless. In fact he found himself scared that you were hurt or something was wrong and he had no way of fixing it when he woke up to your rushed breaths next to him. He still wasn’t sure he could really do anything, he didn’t tend to have dreams very much at all let alone bad ones.

There was no protocol to go over in his head about comforting a coworker-turned-roommate after a nightmare. He couldn’t exactly control your brain for you, though after a second thought he would if it’d help more than the apprehensive hand on your back.

Once you’d calmed yourself down enough and wiped the slowest string of tears from your cheeks you turned to look at Scott with something akin to a smile in the darkness.

Hoping that it made up for the lack of spoken gratitude that was clouded up in the panic in your head for the quiet comfort he wasn’t really looking to be thanked for anyway.

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[the-one-who-lambs]

"Propose," for @bamsara

HI YOUR DOODLES INSPIRED ME HERE'S A POETRY ATTACK. rambling below the cut.

At first, the death waltz is a misstep.

A sickening skeletal crack, a shape of an invisible scythe.

Sincerity is too kind a lie, but His sacrosanct

Protection (you think)

Lets you rise once more.

Death cannot keep you, but you would let Him

If he welcomes you.

You only believe what He thinks you should know.

The flames engulf you after the smoke does,

But your soul has nearly shed its corpse when you see them.

You stand in the vast chain-bound sanctuary and breathe

Fully (your lungs don’t remember being choked).

It is the first of a fitful of

Scorn and surprises and bone fingertips pressed against your skin.

He helps you to your feet.

Your heart should not beat here. In the infiniteness of your bosom it awakens.

The very semblance of the jagged-bare flesh

Encircling your neck is an intimacy in itself.

The blissful torment of the swordsman’s blade

Releases (so close to peril)

And He is already in your periphery.

Call it duty. Call it love.

Choose it as the last decision you’ll ever make.

Fate’s a tarot pull. You draw your card with eyes sealed shut.

You are a disgraced, depraved approximation of a person.

The chill of his embrace is warmer than the hands

That build the bonfire. It is in the name of

Someone (you shan’t say who)

And in the ashes of your grief your reflection

Stares back with three eyes.

The temptation to burn yourself seeps out,

Ichor-like. You don’t die tonight, not yet.

A careful drip of poison. The aftertaste of iron

In your mouth: communion seeping into your own goblet.

A moonshine moment of annihilation, however brief

Before (infectious, echoing, comforting)

You bleed out. You hope you die today.

He hopes you die today. It’s an

Ambrosial veil between you.

You slip beneath it with a sweet hello.

It’s never quite intentional until

The myths surrounding Him fall away.

The secrets you keep are shared, kept safe

Until (your reunion, this time, was not quite an accident)

They are intertwined: you are inescapably

Lonely and in your separate spheres

You vie for dominance. It’s a furious, bloodsoaked rendezvous.

It was always He who waited, but you’ll be patient.

He feels you in every dream. You

Stop time with your voices.

It’s His frustration melting away

With your kisses (you’re not there yet)

And makes Him yours, in freedom,

Dependent on nothing nobody you himself

The fetters are invisible but you hear them

Rattling every time your heart beats.

Your breath need not return anymore so you

Relearn to dodge the aim of an arrow, the pierce of a blade.

Living is foul, a promise half-hidden,

Desperate. (It lingers on your tongue.)

Death bound you together. You know how to die.

You have to remind yourself that heaven lays barren.

It will not hold you

Should Death keep you apart.

Get appreciated idiot /pos /lh

So, this was inspired by this post, which was super wholesome and sweet, but I couldn't write this without infusing it with the urgency and anxiety and sense of danger that looms over The Rehabilitation of Death. Bits and pieces of references to your AU are sprinkled in throughout. I hope you (and my readers and your readers as well) enjoy picking apart the themes here!

I actually wrote this live on stream last night! I made sure none of my friends were streaming before I started because I didn't want to miss anyone if someone was already live, but then you started streaming like 10 minutes later and I was like FUCK now I wanna watch you. But after a couple of hours on my new extra-hard CotL save (OUCH), I switched to writing and just... hoped you wouldn't pop in because I wanted this to be a surprise. For most of the writing part of the stream this poem was titled "IF SARA STOPS STREAMING SEND ME A WARNING."

Anyway, we don't usually get to talk more than a couple times per week because we both have Shit To Do, but you are SO FUN to be around and I am so so glad I met you!! Your friendship is a blessing and your creativity is a gift.

Also posted to AO3 as onethirdofimpossible here!

[starsenha]

[22] ABOUT THE BOY - knock some sense

synopsis: You were the queen of Decelis University. Everybody worshipped the ground you walked on. You were used to having what you wanted when you wanted it. Until the day when park sunghoon arrived, and things changed. wc: 886 tw: angst

(yizhuo's pov for the texts)

You were lounging in your bed just scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts that had been through your heads ever since you "broke things up" with sunghoon. But again, you weren't really a couple so it wasn't really a breakup per se. You were the queen bee of the school; you weren't supposed to be mourning a guy. Again.

The knock on your door was soft but quite insistent. Before you could respond, the door creaked open and Yizuo stepped inside.

Yoy looked up, your eyebrows knitting together in mild surprise. “Yizhuo? What are you doing here?”

Yizhuo closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment as she studied you. “We need to talk,” she said, her voice firm but gentle.

You sighed, setting your phone aside. “If this is about the latest gossip or some new drama, I’m really not in the mood.”

Yizhuo shook her head, pushing off the door and moving closer to the bed. “It’s not about gossip. It’s about you and Sunghoon.”

Your eyes flickered with something unreadable, but you quickly masked it with a casual shrug. “What about us? There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Yn cut the bullshit already, i know what happened,” Yizhuo pressed, her gaze steady and unyielding. “Jay told me everything.”

Your posture stiffened, but you maintained your cool demeanor. “Jay needs to mind his own fucking business.”

“He was just worried about his friend,” she shot back, her tone sharpening slightly. “And so am I. What were you thinking, yn? Telling Hoon that you don’t need him anymore? That it wasn’t serious?”

“It wasn’t serious,” you replied, your voice cold and distant. “It was fun, and now it’s over. End of story.”

“Don’t give me that,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “I know you, yn. I know when you’re lying—to yourself and to everyone else.”

You stood up, turning away from Yizhuo and walking over to the window. You stared out at the sprawling garden below, trying to collect your thoughts. “Why does it even matter?” you asked quietly. “We weren’t going to last anyway. It’s better this way.”

Her expression softened, but she didn’t relent. “It matters because you care about him. And don’t pretend like you don’t. I’ve seen the way you look at him, yn. You had real feelings for Sunghoon, and I think you still do.”

You clenched your fists at your sides, refusing to turn around. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, your voice strained.

“Don’t I?” Yizhuo challenged, taking a step closer. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re scared. Scared of getting hurt, so you’re pushing him away before he can hurt you. But all you’re doing is hurting both of you. He's not Sunwoo.”

You hissed at the mention of his name. "Don't ever talk about him ever again." you said firmly. “ And I’m not scared of anything. I’m just being realistic. Sunghoon and I were never meant to be anything more than what we were. It’s better this way.”

“Better?” Yizhuo echoed, incredulous. “Better for who? Because Sunghoon’s been a wreck ever since you told him that bullshit about not needing him anymore. Do you even care what you did to him?”

For a moment, you froze. The image of Sunghoon, usually so calm and collected, being hurt because of you made something inside you twist painfully. But you quickly buried the feeling, forcing yourself to remain composed. It was better this way.

“He’ll get over it,” you said flatly, turning away again. “He’s stronger than you think.”

She shook her head, disbelief and anger mixing in her expression. “You’re unbelievable. You care about him, yn. I know you do. But you’re too damn proud to admit it, and it’s tearing both of you apart.”

You clenched your fists, your emotions warring inside you. But you refused to let her see any weakness, even if she was your best friend. “You’re wrong, Yizhuo. I don’t care about him. I never did. This is for the best.”

Yizhuo’s eyes flashed with hurt and anger, and she took a step back. “Fine. If that’s how you want to play it, then I’m done trying to help you. But just know that you’re losing something good because of your pride. And I hope you realize that before it’s too fucking late.”

With that, your best friend turned on her heel and stormed out of your room, slamming the door behind her. You stood there, staring at the closed door, your heart pounding in your chest. The silence that followed was deafening, and you felt a hollow ache in your chest that you couldn’t quite ignore.

You sank back down onto your bed, your hands trembling slightly as you tried to steady your breathing, her words echoed in your mind.

Sunghoon’s been a wreck… Do you even care what you did to him?

You squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the guilt and the worry that was now gnawing at your insides, as well as the tears that threatened to come out. But it was too late. The walls you had so carefully built around yourself were starting to crack, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold them up.

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perv!jeno

fourth time trying to get this to show in the tags, i’m so sorry ㅠㅠ

warnings: dubious consent

milf!lover jeno who is such a perverted piece of shit, appears innocent on the outside as he attends his favorite class, just to see his favorite professor in question, you. but on the inside, he’s thought of the dirtiest fantasies, with no ounce of shame that you were twice his age. who could blame his desires, when you looked so fuckable in your professional attire. 

the only reason he hasn’t failed physics is because of his attendance record. without your presence, he would surely have been sent to the Dean’s office for his negligence. 

his chosen seat in the lecture room, elevated in the back, gave him just the right amount of obscurity to palm himself through his denim jeans as he watched you pace back and forth along the ground floor. 

he actually felt sorry for you.

you seemed disheartened by the lack of enthusiasm in your students, their ambition thwarted from the harsh realities of university—student loans, terrible diet, and all the other vices that came with being a young adult.

jeno knew just the thing you needed. someone like him to destress your mind and body. someone like him that would ravage you beyond repair, so you no longer cared about the miniscule details. 

fucked so hard that all you cared about was him, and his raging cock.  

every day he prayed to whatever god just as vile as him, that the slit in your pencil skirt would grow a little taller. maybe even a hole would appear in your sheer pantyhose; he always loved the look of that. 

if you were inquisitive enough to look past his nerdic qualities, you would never go back to men your age. jeno knew he was the entire package.

but jerking off in his dorm room just wasn’t fulfilling his needs anymore. and his roommate got tired of the constant, wet sounds of him beating his dick into oblivion every night out of the week. so much so that just last week the dorm RA held a “wellness meeting” per request of his roommate.

jeno shook his head free of that poor excuse of a therapy session in regards to his masturbation addiction. today was the day that he would approach you after the lecture.

with a hefty sigh, you said your usual,

“don’t forget the discussion post due tonight by 11pm! everyone have a good weekend!”

you knew your reminder wouldn’t hold much weight. there were only a few that would actually participate. but there was only so much you could do.

and it was a well known fact that physics was among the most-hated subjects here.

luckily, this was the last class of the day. and the weekend was just around the corner. you were excited to try out a new cookware set that your daughter brought you for Mother’s Day, even inviting her and her fiancé over for dinner tomorrow as a show of thanks.

as you packed up your laptop, and planner into your leather tote bag, you were surprised to find that the lecture room wasn’t empty yet. 

the last one, Jeno Lee, had just reached the final step along the walkway. 

you paused on your gathering of items, deciding to give your undivided attention in case he had a question or concern.

the only concern you had, was the hard-on poking past his light blue denim jeans. 

it was painfully obvious, and quite intimidating considering his slim stature. 

“is everything okay Mr. Lee?” 

you tried your hardest to keep your eyes focused on his face, even deciding to zero in on his browline glasses to distract you from his groin.

“yeah everything’s fine.”

he stood in front of you like nothing was amiss, casually hooking the single backpack strap on his left shoulder, his other hand resting in his right pocket. 

“if that’s the case, i’ll go ahead and have my leave now. have a good weekend.” 

you failed at making it less obvious that you were dying to get out of the lecture hall. it wasn’t out of distaste, far from it.

rather, you felt disgusting for liking what you saw. everything down to the simple plain white tee, loose-fitting jeans, and light blue Jordans made you rub your thighs together as you stood there. even the veins that tensed along his forearm as he clutched his backpack strap was enough to make your breath hitch deep inside your chest.

fortunate enough for you, your phone buzzed with a notification from your daughter as you made your way to the exit. 

bringing the phone up to get a clearer view of the message proved futile, as you felt his warm hand snatch your wrist, causing your phone to flail out onto the linoleum floor. 

he waited until your back was turned, like the coward he truly was, to go in for the kill. your entire body swung back to face him, with a single yelp escaping your lips as you tried to fight against the whirlwind that was your student.

you winced as he escorted you back to your desk, back arching from the sharp strike to your spine. chest pressed firmly against his own as he let his backpack slip off his shoulders and onto the floor. the third button to your white dress shirt had popped open upon impact, revealing a lacy black bra that was waiting to be ripped apart, much to his liking. 

you were overly sensitive to the stimuli he forced upon you; wrist beginning to sting from his harsh hold, waist feeling singed down to the bone as he gripped you there with his other hand.  

upon opening your eyes, you were met with a being that surely dreamed of this moment. to watch as you felt his dick prod at the middle of your skirt, licking his upper lip in concentration as grinded upwards into your clothed heat.

his blissful expression soon turned to disappointment as your pencil skirt provided too much of a barrier between his swollen cock. 

he would have to take care of that soon.

despite letting up on your waist, all of your thoughts of an escape were in vain as you heard the familiar unclasp of a belt buckle, yet somehow you couldn’t forge a call for help, not when his lips were millimeters away from your own. 

your eyes trailed from his blown pupils to his mouth as he spoke, nowhere near prepared for the filth that fell from his lips. 

“i hope you don’t mind that i give you another one, since you’re already a mom…” 

[forbiddensonoftheseagod]

◭ "And who cares to know anymore?" ◮ - Percy Jackson

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Many can recognize that when Percy tends to have thoughts, he’ll look into the distance and it’d be obvious as to where they’d wander off to. How his thoughts would darken to the same type of darkness that he’s seen back in Tartarus, twisting shadows bundling up to a robe that’ll tighten which each struggle he’d make. His struggles would falter to a point where he’s accepted that nobody could free him , could save him, could fix him.

Who’s to say that everyone didn’t bother to know anymore? Nobody’s bothered to understand what’s happened above the surface of Percy’s thoughts, overflowing with the sink running that not even he can swim in it anymore, for once he can’t swim. For once, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon…

Can drown.

For once, Perseus Jackson can drown and sink to the bottom where he’s belonged all his life, deserved to drown and to lose everything and everyone around him. The life in his sea green eyes leaves him, leaving his broken body behind with his broken soul crumbling when leaving its crumbling shell, bound to break at some point. Because Percy isn’t immortal,

He rejected that offer, remember?

But it’s better to have stayed mortal and grow older, rather than stay sixteen [16] and outlive those who have helped him from himself. Because had that been the case, he wouldn’t have witnessed the fall from his friends, watching their lives be taken so heartlessly by Gaea. Five [5] of them, at least…

From Frank, to Piper, to Leo, to Hazel… To Annabeth. And he felt himself drop to his knees as the water as salty as the ocean pooled his eyes as the rain poured down his scarred cheeks, breath coming out sharp and shallow with his throat drying up, choking. How could the hero, the hero, let this happen again?

“No-“ he’d whisper shakily, shaking his head with his body trembling as Riptide clattered on the floor beside his knee, a hiccup leaving his bloodied lips. No, he’d think, lowering his head and holding it between his palms before hiccuping once more, again and again.

His nails dug into his skull, sobbing as his chest heaved up and down. This couldn’t happen again, don’t let it be true, please. Don’t tell him that he’s lost his friends again, please, don’t hurt him this way…

Please, please, dear gods- if you truly have a nice bone in your body, please, he is begging for his life at this point… Please, tell him that it’ll be okay, that some of the gods would be a bit generous and bring them back to him. Bring back those that have helped him on the way, saved him on the way.

Fucking hell- “Fucking hell!!” Percy sobbed once more, calloused and scarred fingers tugging on his black locks, pupils shrinking bit by bit, eyes squeezed shut. It’s not like it’d do much, though, it’s not like it’ll bring any of them back. Crying won’t bring them back, nothing could honestly, and that’s all thanks to him again.

It’s the same shit all over again, it’s the same damn shit all over again, all fucking over again.

Over and over.

And over and over.

And over and over.

He just keeps ruining it all the time, now look what he’s done. Look at the mess he’s created this time.

But who cares, hm? Who cares about how he feels, rather than what actually matters, who cares to know what the kid feels at the moment?

Who cares to know that the kid lost his friends and is now dealing with this misery, like per usual.

Oh who cares…

His chest felt so tight and it reminded him of the time he’s choked that goddess once, now he’s choking, he’s choking and god- Is this how much misery Misery took? Is this how it felt? Surely he’s felt miserable before, why does this surprise him? He’s grown so accustomed to these things, he’s witnessed them, heard them-

Done them.

The scream he let out was from bottled anguish he just couldn’t be bothered to release, he’s never let himself be above anything else, he could wait. But everyone else couldn’t, and everyone else is gone. So he screams… Perseus Jackson screams in anguish.

In anger.

In pain.

In fear.

Everything he’s felt through all these years came out in one blood curdling scream, how surprising it was that the ground didn’t shake the same his father would make it do. No surprise here, to be honest, because he may be the son of Poseidon… But Poseidon isn’t loyal, his son is, though. And because of this loyalty, this excessive personal loyalty that got them dead.

Stupid boy, stupid, pathetic boy. Thinking he could save his friends, his family, at that. Look at him, look at this pathetic excuse of a hero. Screaming turning to cries before resolving to pathetic sobs, crumbling like the overused piece of paper he was, eventually tearing apart until this was all that was left.

This mistake.

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@gh0st-king-nico @will-shoelaces

[erosjournal]

☆ i'll hide my chest , and i'll figure out a way to get us out of here !

~ percy jackson x transmasc son of aphrodite reader

~ synopsis : your boyfriend, percy jackson, finds out that you're trans. he helps you through a dysphoric moment.

~ tw(s) : dysphoria , coming out poorly ...

You stared at yourself in the mirror, frowning. You rotated to the side, checking if your chest stuck out. Thankfully, it didn't. You went back to looking at yourself in the mirror.

Will was the only person you'd come out to since you'd been having terrible rib pain. He checked you up and told you that you need to be taking more binding breaks. You've been trying, but it's hard. It's not fun seeing yourself and your chest in the mirror.

All day, your sides have been hurting, meaning you seriously needed to take a break. So you pulled off your shirt, staring at your binder. Then you pulled that off too. It felt icky, the cold air brushing your skin. Ugh. You avoided the mirror, putting on the sports bra you bought when you needed breaks, then put your shirt back on. There.

Knuckles rapped your cabin door. Your siblings were out.

"Pretty boy, you there?" Oh shit. You forgot you were planning on hanging out with your boyfriend, Percy Jackson. You shuffled around, trying to take your shirt off and put your binder back on.

"Hold on, alright?" You yelled back. He knocked again. He must not have heard you. You prayed as you scrambled into your clothes that he wouldn't come in.

As per usual, the gods didn't seem to care for you.

You paused like a deer in headlights, tears threatening to spill as Percy stood, eyebrows raised, in your room. He shut the door quickly.

"Oh." He muttered. He watched as you trembled, unsure what to say to him. So he turned around and closed his eyes. "I swear I didn't see anything," He promised. You took deep, shaky breaths and shoved your shirt back on. You stood there. Trembling.

"You can turn back around." Percy did so slowly. He didn't seem disgusted or surprised. That was a good sign. You watched as he walked closer to you, dropping everything he was holding. Then he hugged you. And you broke down.

"I'm sorry-- Perce-- I should've-- I just-- I--" You stuttered. Percy hushed, snuggling you until you calmed down.

"You're alright. It's okay." He mumbled soothingly. You didn't know what to say so you just kept tearing up in his arms.

Once you'd calmed down, he wasn't sure where to start.

"We don't have to talk about it today." Percy assures. You shake your head. It feels weird knowing he knows, but doesn't really know.

"No, I... I think we should." You mutter. You take a shaky breath.

"So, you know I go by he/him pronouns, and I've changed my name before..." You start. You'd just told him that you had traumatic pasts linked to your name, or changed it for legal reasons, but the anxiety always lingered. "Well, I'm transgender. Um, so I was born AFAB, and don't exactly identify with that anymore. Yeah." You mumbled.

Percy just nodded along, waiting for you to fully explain before asking any questions or saying anything at all.

"Oh. Hm." He nodded. You bit your lip, unsure what he was thinking.

"Do you still love me?" His eyes widened, surprised as fuck.

"What the heck? Of course!" He yelped, grabbing you back into a hug. He rested his head on yours, frowning. "Why wouldn't I? You're still the same person, trans or not." He assured. You trembled a bit at that. Wow. He really did love you.

"Oh."

He hesitated. "Maybe... take a binding break? I mean, I don't know much about them, but I have a few friends who are trans and so I know that it can be a pain in th--" You stop him with a kiss, smiling proudly.

"Just knowing you care about me is enough. Thank you." You mumble. Percy nodded.

"Of course I do, love." He squeezed you. "Of course I do."

~ an : yay ! i've had this in the drafts for a while and came up w/ this bc i was feeling rlly dysphoric and wanted some loving support from my boyfriend percy jackson ! i hope that all my trans masc fans out there liked this (and was accurate enough, ik peoples experiences are different) and to my other readers that you also liked it !! <3 eros

[anincompletelist]

happy sunday! :D

you guys were on top of the GAME today love that we're not all posting on mondays anymore shdkhskhgdhfg THANK YOU @stellarm @kiwiana-writes @daisymae-12 @junebugclaremontdiaz @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @getmehighonmagic @nocoastposts @itsmaybitheway @bigassbowlingballhead @wordsofhoneydew @happiness-of-the-pursuit @sunnysideprince an @firenati0n for the tags!!!!!!! BEAUTIFUL WORDS TODAY FRIENDS! :D

I have been bouncing around working on so many different things lately but I've also been obsessed with this song and was like. hmm. yes. I think I will open another doc. and.... here we are? <3

*slightly nsfw*

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“I heard what you were telling Pez earlier,” Alex says, blatantly admitting to his eavesdropping and actively encouraged by the alcohol-induced lack of filter, “that you can’t find anyone to satisfy you.” 

Something like surprise settles itself into the lines of Henry’s face, even in shadow, that damn blasé amusement that Alex wants to wrestle from him and stomp on until it shatters, something different left in its place. 

“And you believe you’re the man for the job,” Henry supplicates blankly. 

His gaze on Alex is unfaltering, a clear and silent appraisal. Alex feels the jump of his irises to each curve and muscle like dripping wax; scorching and smooth all at once. He squares his shoulders, raises his chin. 

“Yeah,” he says. “I do. You want someone to take you apart, make you feel good—” 

“I want to be fucked, Alex.”

The syllables are loud and harsh, discordant as they part from Henry’s regularly proper inflection but just as earnest, landing somewhere in Alex’s lower stomach. He’s enraptured as Henry steps closer and closes a bit of the distance between them, his steps measured and calculated.

“Preferably by someone who doesn’t think he’s going to break me.” 

“You think I can’t be both, sweetheart?” Alex asks, willing his voice not to falter. “I contain multitudes.” 

“I’ve yet to find someone that capable.” 

“You’ve yet to’ve had anyone like me,” Alex amends, finally pushing off the wall.

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still not feeling the best so open tag as per usual, but also @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @eusuntgratie @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sparklepocalypse <3

[puracatt]

Hi bae, its me again. Getting fucking obsessed at the thought of nikto's stomach swelling up while he's pregnant and he's asking you to milk his tits and his dick because he's leaking so much and he's not even two months in but he barely can even go out for a walk because he just keeps drenching his clothes and pants. I need to inflict irl womanly biological tortures onto a fictional man and confort him. Also I'm in love with you.

!! MDNI !! 18+ RESPONSIBLE FOR CONSUMPTION

tw // pregnant sex/mpreg,,, overstimulation, handjob, silent reader as per usual, desire for self-destruction, nikto talks like 1 time

FREAK!! types on my little keyboard,, chat this is the p2 to the crack mpreg fic

[crying - bjork ]

when nikto is just about to hit the two-month mark, something clicks into place. there's a fire in him that you stew. it's something about your hands, and how you care for him like it's second nature. he doesn't feel like a burden like he should when you're around, always whispering so sweetly and coddling him with gentle hands.

he is a grown man, who should not indulge in the simple pleasures of being doted on. but oh, he does.

nikto is ruined. really, for the last couple of days, he's been in a wet haze. he's drunk on your slow, lingering touches and how soft you are-- he's leaking through his clothes again at the mere thought of you. the hours you're gone for work are a living hell. he can only worry his poor cock so many times. around lunchtime, he grows frustrated and weeps, incapable of doing much more than lying in bed as he leaks onto the cusp of his stomach.

you're back from your fancy office job and working through the buttons of your dress shirt, neatly ironed and bleached by nikto himself. there isn't much else for him to do, other than clean up your work clothes, peruse his ma's old recipe books, and clean his old weapons.

and he, shamefully, comes crawling over with one of your old shirts on and red cheeks disrupted by his scarring. you know he’s already leaking everywhere by the wet smears forming on the fabric. 

he can always come to you for everything. if nikto’s back is sore, he knows you’ll have your palms cradling his swollen stomach in seconds. and he hopes, prays, that you’ll be willing to quell the ache between his legs.

you do. of course you do. 

nikto isn’t surprised that he’s laid back on heaps of pillows that he doesn’t deserve and towels to keep him from staining the fabric. 

but, what does surprise him is how much he can come beneath your soft touches. you’re hardly even grasping him, maybe even just brushing his tip, but it’s enough to have him spurting all over your fingers. he’s been backed up for days, far too afraid to say anything about his heavy balls. he just kept insisting that he was fine and didn’t want to be touched, hoping that you wouldn’t listen, but you did because you “love” and respect him.

you look up at him with soft eyes, and he wonders if you’re disappointed. he is not the man you signed up for anymore, is he? when you say that you’ll be working a little late, are you telling the truth? do you really love him, or are you just staying for the baby. this was a bad idea. he should’ve just--

he whines through his teeth, hips stuttering as he finishes for the last time. nikto wants to go one more time, just one more time-- but you know he can’t handle it. you stop before he can hurt himself. he hates you and loves you for it.

“…why’d you stop?” is all he can manage to say.

you don’t even need to answer. you just look over him, laid out like platter already picked apart and eaten. his legs are spread, and his dick is beyond repair. he looks like he needs a thorough shower, and you probably do to, with your hair disheveled and dress shirt wide open to reveal sweat drenching your undershirt. 

you help him out of bed and guide him over to the bathroom, his legs shaking. you’ll clean up… later.

[moethewriter]

Hey!! Could you do it prompt 7 and 9 with finnick, if you'd like? Thank you I love love love your writing

Of course I can anon! I'm feeling far better than I was two days ago and am excited to get back into writing! Please enjoy! TITLE: In Another Life WORD COUNT: 1.3k PAIRING: Finnick Odair x Reader WARNING: Mentions of Snow unaliving people, angst and general hunger games violence TAGS: GN!Reader from District 8! A/N: That stomach flu going around is really nasty y'all! But I'm happy to be back in the writing seat. As always please let me know if anything needs to be tagged and I shall fix it! Other than that please enjoy! Not beta read as per usual! -

You eyed the targets in front of you and grabbed one of the knives laying on the table, your chosen skill had always been knife throwing. You were good at pinpointing accuracy and taking out someone from a distance with nothing but a blade. The knife felt heavy in your hand as you flung it towards the target, and hit the bullseye. You smiled softly to yourself, and cracked your knuckles, ready to throw another.

“Look at you go, bullseye is back in the ring and everyone is in trouble” A familiar voice rang out from behind you.

You turned your attention away from the targets and smiled coyly at the blonde man in front of you, you knew him all too well. Finnick Odair. Well everyone and their mother knew Finnick Odair, he was The Capitol Darling after all. 

“Finnick.” You said, leaning against the table. “Good to see you, again.”

“Is it?” Finnick raised an eyebrow and shot you a smile. 

“As good as it can be, in the circumstances.” You gestured to the room.

Cashmere and Gloss were training together, you weren’t surprised in the slightest that The Careers were in their own bubble. Some other Victors seemed lost, almost nervous and unsure of what they had to do, or unwilling to show off once more. You had only briefly seen your old friend, Johanna Mason, she had been furious and still was. Some part of you hoped she was off destroying some Capitol property and causing issues, she always knew how to get people angry. You loved that about her. 

“Yeah, not a fan of all of this.” Finnick said, a cross look passing his face. “Being paraded around before our inevitable death, not really my cup of tea.” He spoke so clearly, and you knew it was all a show for the people watching. 

“Our death?” You snorted. “Not mine, I’m going to do everything I can in that arena to make it out alive, and I suggest you do the same, Odair.” 

“You haven’t changed at all.” Finnick laughed, a real smile crossing his face.

It was nice to be surrounded by people who understood you in a fucked up way. You had become a recluse after your games, hiding yourself away in The Victors Village of District Eight. Snow had killed your family, and others you had loved after your adamant refusal to bend to his will, and you had shut down. People weren’t used to seeing you around anymore, and you knew Snow and The Capitol had been shocked when you had volunteered.

“I’ve changed a lot, actually.” You told him, grabbing a small towel to wipe the sweat from your brow. “And so have you … you can’t tell me anyone here is the same, Finnick.”

“That I can’t.” He nodded, agreeing with you. “But we’re still the same people we’ve always been, just a little more fucked up.”

“That I can agree with.” You tossed him one of the water bottles from the floor and he caught it perfectly. 

Everyone who stepped out of the arena as a Victor always came home … a little more fucked up then they had gone in. You certainly had. The countless sleepless nights, and nightmares that plagued you to this day. You remembered every person you had killed, and the ones you didn’t.

“Are you ready for what’s to come?” Finnick questioned.

“Not in the slightest.” You admitted, finally showing some sort of vulnerability since you had left District Eight. “I mean it’s a Quarter Quell, there’s no way that they don’t have some sort of trick up their sleeve to mess with us in there. I mean think of the last one, double the amount of tributes? There’s no way the only catch is going to be that they reaped us.” You shook your head, and took a swig of the water in your hand.

Quarter Quells were extraordinarily different. Whatever Snow and The Head Gamemaker were planning left a sinking feeling in your stomach. Seneca Crane was gone, replaced with Plutarch Heavensbee … you wondered what sick tricks he had in his bag of nightmares. 

Your arena had been a swamp, and it had barely been survivable. You had almost dehydrated in there … if it hadn’t been for your sponsors you probably would have.

“I know. I don’t like this.” Finnick nodded. “I don’t like that any of us are here, but we all should have known better than to trust the Capitol’s word … Snow’s word, that we would be left alone when we were done.” He snorted, screwing his eyes shut.

“Never trust a snake in the grass.” You nodded, not caring what anyone had to say about your words anymore.

You were taking a page from Johanna’s book during this whole thing. She let herself be known, and you were doing the same.

“Have anyone you’re fighting for?” You asked him, wondering if he had anyone back in District Four waiting for him. 

“No.” Finnick shook his head. “Mags is in here with me, and the only other person I’d be fighting to get back home to is in this with me.” He was fiddling with his thumbs, almost as if he was nervous.

“Setting your sights on Enobaria and her teeth?” You teased, punching his shoulder, lightly. “Brutus might kill you for even looking in her direction.”

Finnick cracked a smile. “No. Definitely not Enobaria. Someone else, far more special than any Career that even steps foot through those doors.” He said, finally meeting your eyes.

“Finnick-” You started, the realization starting to dawn on you.

He was talking about you. Finnick Fucking Odair, was in love with you? Of course you hadn’t noticed, you barely saw anyone these past few years … how could he even think about you in that way? It didn’t make any sense.

“I don’t want anyone else, Y/N.” He said. “I haven't since I saw you after you won your games. Even before that I think. I remember sitting there and wondering how someone with … and no offence … no filter and grace could stand before me on that stage in District Four and give a speech like that. You changed me in a lot of ways and when you pulled away from everything … It killed me. I’ve thought about you everyday since you hid yourself away in District Nine and I haven’t stopped. I don’t think I could stop. I want you … I’m fighting for you, even if you aren’t fighting for me.” He reached out and gently grasped your wrist.

The gesture was so simple, yet it somehow filled your entire body with warmth. 

“Maybe I’ll be fighting in there for you too … and we can see how this goes.” You told him, voice cracking.

You knew what the odds were in there, one was coming out, Snow would never allow another two Victors to grace that stage ever again. You were both doomed, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that.

He leaned in and kissed the top of your head.

“We should get back to training, I think we’ve taken too much time to talk.” He whispered, turning his back to you and setting his shoulders square. 

Maybe in another life you could’ve had a great romance with Finnick Odair, but you were certain that both of you were far too late in this one.

“Yeah. See you soon?” You questioned, moving to grab a knife.

“I’ll be around.” Finnick swallowed the lump in his throat.

And with that you were alone, if you had been a better person you probably would have cried, maybe even kissed him right then and there. But you weren’t. You were just … you and all you could do was survive.

[catherinnn]

My favorite

Eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

Eddie was famous among the cheerleading team, he could pleasure the girls whose boyfriends were too selfish to care about their sexual needs. After your little visit to his bedroom, he couldn't get you out of his head, and you realized you wanted more than a pretty jock of a boyfriend who didn't care about you, so this is the story about how hard a relationship between a popular cheerleader and a freak who was a sex-toy to half of her friends could get.

words: 3.5k

warnings: explicit mentions of sex, angst with happy ending, cheating, jealousy, insecurities, drug-selling, cursing.

When you first hooked up with him, you were in a relationship too, at the time. But it had felt so different than what it felt like with your boyfriend. you didn't feel guilty per say, it had felt so good — not only the sex, but also the connection you had felt with him, he was so caring with you, made you laugh and moan like no one had before. So you broke things up with your boyfriend. Not to be with Eddie, you hadn't thought of it that way, but because it wasn't fair for him, and especially it wasn't fair to you.

After like a week, you started seeing Eddie again. You’d meet with him every week on Fridays. And that weekly hook up, started turning into two times a week, and then the rest of the weekend together, until you were at least talking to him every day.

What you didn’t know was that Eddie had stopped seeing other people, and by that I mean, stopped fucking the other cheerleaders. You hadn't asked him to do this, it just didn't feel the same for him anymore. You were the only one he could think of, it surprised him how easy it was for him to stop focusing on whatever he had been doing and think about you. It happened in class, when he was trying to study, when he had to cook something to eat, when he took a shower, when he was laying on the couch watching TV. Everything would be a hundred times more fun if you were just there by his side, maybe not even talking, just your presence made it better.

Not only had the guys from hellfire noticed his lack of commentaries during lunch, but also the cheer team. Since he has stopped seeing them, canceling every time he was about to meet with one of them, they started to wonder what the hell was happening with him.

"Have you been with him recently?"

"No, he canceled on me the last time and never called me back"

You overheard Jess and Emily after practice.

"I don't know what's wrong with him, why has he suddenly stopped meeting with us? It’s not like he's not getting something out of this too, he's fucked half of the cheer team! Every guy here must want that"

"Do you think he's got a girlfriend now? And she made him stop?"

"I don't really see anyone being in a relationship with him, I mean he's hot and great in bed, but he's not boyfriend material, he's not someone you fall in love with"

They never mentioned his name, or if they did, you didn't hear that part. You thought that maybe they were talking about him, but, at the same time, it didn't make sense, he had been seeing you every week. You knew that most of the cheerleaders usually fucked with him and after they were both done, they would get out of there without even saying goodbye. You know you treated him differently, but you didn't think it got to the point of him canceling on them.

So the next time you were with him, you asked him.

"Oh, fuck" he laid next to you on him bed, both trying to catch your breath, naked bodies tangled in his sheets.

You tried to go grab some water from the kitchen but as you sat down on his bed you realized that standing up would not be an option right now.

"I can't feel my legs" you said giggling as you heard him starting to laugh too.

"I'll go get it for you"

And as you watched him put his boxers on and walking to the kitchen half naked with his hair all tangled up and some scratches visible on his back, you wondered if they were all because of you or they were mixed with the scratches of one of your friends. Then you remembered the conversation that Jess and Emily had.

"Here" he gave you a glass of water as you sat down properly, he also handed you one of his shirts to put on.

"Thanks" you put on the shirt and then sip on the glass wondering if it would be too inappropriate to ask him if he was seeing other women. Fuck it, you thought. "Eddie, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah sweetheart, anything"

"Um... are you still... seeing other cheerleaders?" you asked playing too entertained with a thread in the sheets.

"Why do you ask?" he started to get nervous all of the sudden, did you want him to stop seeing other cheerleaders? Was he finally going to be more than just a fuck buddy?

"Um, I just... heard some of the girls complaining about a guy they'd all been with, and... I thought it could be you, I don't think there's other guy they're all fucking with" you said that last part as a joke, with a small smile in an attempt to make this less awkward.

"Complaining? How?"

"Oh, like just complaining about how he would cancel on them and never call them back... and stuff like that"

he could recount on something like that happening a few weeks ago with Ashley, he talked to her in school about how he would not be able today to meet with her like they had agreed on, a week later she called him to see if was free that weekend, he canceled again. He thinks he did the same to Emily, if he remembers correctly.

"I, um... I have canceled on some girls these past few weeks, yeah" he admits.

"And why did you agree with me?" you asked.

He took a few seconds before answering. "I... I just wanted to see you, 'm getting tired of... the others"

"Eddie-"

"I know I shouldn't be feeling this way, and you're probably about to go and laugh about how the freak fell for you with your friends, so just- get out now, you've came already, you're free to go"

"I wasn't" you answered seriously. "Why shouldn't you fell this way?"

"Cause I can't fall for the pretty cheerleader, you'd never be with me, you just want someone to fuck with and get you off, you don't want the relationship, and specially not with me"

"Why not?"

"Stop asking so many questions!"

"Then tell me something that actually makes sense!" you exploded. "Tell me what do you want, not what you should or shouldn't want"

"I want to be with you, I want the relationship, I don't want to be with any of your friends or any other girl for that matter, I... only want you"

He went silent after that, waiting for your response.

"Eddie, I broke up with my boyfriend because of you, when we started hooking up I felt something that I didn't feel with him, and not just sexually, but something emotional too, I couldn't stop thinking about you and you made me feel so happy and I-I don't know, I just felt good, better than with him. So you're actually wrong if you think that I only want you for sex, I want the relationship too"

He debated on what to say, how could he answer? How could he find the words? He was speechless, never has anyone treated him like this and made him feel the things you did. He didn't know how to put those feelings into words, so decided not to that, and instead he walked steady to the bed in front from where you sat and kissed you, hard, passionate, putting every feeling into that kiss.

It almost made you shiver, no one has ever kissed you like that before, but God did you wish that it wouldn't be the last time.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked after pulling apart only inches from your lips. You gave him your best smile to reassure him.

"I want to make this work" he kissed you some more, you knew this could work.

But it wasn't easy, relationships aren't easy, none of them. But if you're in a relationship where the boyfriend has fucked half of your friend group, it gets harder. It was the jealousy and insecurities that came with it.

For example, the first day you went to school together as a couple was what really changed your relationship. At first you started to go on dates, hanging out together all of the time, but usually at home, until you decided it was time to make it more official and let everyone know.

"So... Eddie Munson?" one of your friends said to you while you were stretching for practice.

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing, it's just... isn't it weird for you? That we all know how he is in bed?"

"I try not to think about that part a lot, really" you said trying to stay calm and not start a fight about the bitch she was being right now.

"No, obviously but it's still there, you know?"

"Do you want something, Jess?"

"I guess I'm just trying to understand, he is great in bed, we all know that, but that's it, that's all that we wanted from him, you were supposed to fuck him, not marry him"

"Are you jealous? Is that what this is? I took away you little fuck-toy and now you're stuck with a guy who doesn't know how to make you cum?"

"God, calm down, I'm just asking!"

"You're being a bitch, that's what you're doing"

"Listen, if you're insecure now that I fucked your boyfriend first and all of us in the team, it's not our fault, maybe you should have thought about that before you started dating him"

"Why don't you go fuck yourself Jessica?! Since Matt is not really good at it-"

“Girls! We’re here for practice, the show is in a few weeks and we still have a lot to work on, so stop fighting, please!" Chrissy cut you off, but she was right, and this wasn't going anywhere anyways, so you got to work and avoided Jessica for the rest of the day.

But when you got out of practice and went to your locker, Eddie found you in the hall.

"Hi, pretty girl" he kissed your cheek and leaned in the locker next to yours, when he say your angry expression he got worried. "Is there something wrong?"

"Uh, no I'm fine" you lied.

"You don't look like it, come on, tell me"

"Do I not look fine?"

"Hey! Come on"

"Fine, it's just... Jessica"

You and Eddie got nervous at the mention of her name, he recognized her all too well and he was hoping it wasn't something related to him and her.

"What about her?" he asked with fear.

"She was being a bitch today, going on and on about how I shouldn't be dating you because now they're all stuck with their selfish boyfriends"

"Did she really say that?"

"In other words, but basically all of that"

"Do you want me to talk to her?"

"No! No, I don't want you talking to any of them — God, that came out wrong, but I just can't help but picturing you with them and-"

"Hey hey no, stop that" he took your hands that where covering your face. "I don't want you thinking about any of that, I'm with you, and that's all I ever wanted, do you know for how long I've had a crush on you? And now I'm finally with you, I don't want anything to screw this up"

"You've had a crush on me?" you couldn't help the little smile growing on your face now. "For how long before we started dating?"

"Before we even started hooking up, I went to one of the games because Lucas was playing and I saw your presentation, you were the best one in there, I couldn't help but grow a massive crush, and I think Dustin has too, he just won't admit it now we're dating" you both laughed.

"You've liked me even before we were together?"

"You were always my favorite, that's why I stopped seeing all of the others the second I saw a chance with you"

"You're so cute" you kissed him sweetly before the bell rang and he walked with you to class before he went to his.

But then again, the jealousy was always there, sometimes stronger than other times. Take, for instance, what happened a month after that little encounter with Jessica.

It was lunch time, you went to the cafeteria and started looking for the hellfire table, but when you found it, your boyfriend wasn't in his usual spot waiting for you.

"Hi guys, uh... where's Eddie?" you asked the group.

"I don't know, he didn't show here yet" Dustin answered.

"He came today, I had the first class with him, but he didn't come to lunch yet" Jeff gave you a little more information.

"Okay, well, I'll go have lunch over there, thanks guys"

You went to sit on the cheerleaders table and as you were done eating, you saw two people entering the cafeteria. Emily and Eddie, talking together and then parted to go sit at each's table. It shouldn't be as problematic as it was, but if you think about it, they both used to hook up and had to stop because he got a girlfriend, the cheerleaders were kind of mad at you for "stealing" him, and now they are the only two people missing lunch, which means they were probably together doing something, they were coming from outside, probably the woods, where Eddie likes to go and smoke or make out with you. It made you doubt some things, honestly.

"Hi baby" Eddie greeted you after lunch.

"Hi"

"Feel like I haven't seen you in forever"

"Oh, I just ran kind of late this morning so I didn't have time to say hello, and then... I didn't see you at lunch"

"Oh yeah, I went to the woods for a smoke and lost track of time"

"Really? Cause I saw you and Emily entering the cafeteria together so I thought you were doing something"

"No, she just found me there and bought some weed"

"Fuck, of course she did" you sighed.

"What? What’s wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I didn't think of that, and my mind went straight to the bad things-"

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that, we always go to woods to, you know, make out, so I thought you went there with her and maybe... did the same"

"Are you kidding? Babe, I would never do that, and especially not to you! Baby you have to start trusting me more"

"I know, I know, I just get really insecure sometimes because of the whole... thing you had with some of the cheerleaders, I'm sorry"

"It's fine, just- next time you are feeling this way, talk to me and don't start thinking the worst about me because it will never be true"

You hugged him, feeling safe and sorry at the same time, grateful for having someone as sweet as him and sorry for doubting him so often, you really had to work on that.

But it wasn’t like you were the only troubled one in the relationship. Eddie had some things to work on too, and he realized that recently when Gareth came to practice one day talking about how you fooled around with one of the jocks at a party last night.

Eddie knew about this party, you told him about it and even asked him to help you pick the outfit. When it ended you even called him when you got home to let him know you were alright, just like he had previously asked you to do.

So it was very likely for that to be just a false rumor that a person on the party started, or even that same jock just to look cool. But that didn’t stop Eddie from questioning your feelings and commitment on your relationship.

Based on what Gareth said, apparently the whole school was talking about this today, he obviously didn’t know because no one outside of you or the hellfire club talked to him. He noticed the amount of judgy looks he received today, but he didn’t think much of it since he always received some.

He wondered if you knew about this rumor spreading around school, but since you never brought it up today, he decided that either you didn’t know that people were talking about it, or you did know but didn’t want him to find out.

He was going to see you that same night for a little date-night eating pizza together at your place. And that’s where he asked you about this whole issue.

When he arrived at your house, he greeted you and your family and then you both went to your room. Eddie didn't want to wait, he didn't think he could, he has been feeling anxious since the practice. So he decided to ask you right now, rip the Band-Aid off quickly.

"Sweetheart, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course"

"Have you heard the things they've been saying about you today?"

"Umm, you mean about the things from last night?"

"The one's that say you've been fooling around with a guy? Sounds familiar?"

"Yeah, Chrissy told me about them, but I didn't bother much with them, it's obvious that it's all bullshit"

"Is it?"

"What?" you were realizing that maybe Eddie was maybe taking this more seriously than he should.

"I don't know, maybe it's not that obvious"

"Are you kidding me? You’re saying you really believed them?"

"I don't know, giving how we started, I'm just saying it's possible"

You felt a knife plunging into your chest.

"What?! Are you being serious right now?"

"I'm just saying, it's not that crazy to think about it, you also had a boyfriend when you cheated on him with me!"

"Eddie, I thought I told you about this already! With him I never felt half of the things I feel with you. I thought I was clear about that on these past few months we've been together!"

"But the way you just ignored every comment about this, I mean you didn't even tell me about it! I had to hear it from Gareth!"

"I ignore it because this way people forget about it more quickly! If I started telling everyone how that's all bullshit they’ll keep talking shit about me! But if I ignore it, they don't have nothing to talk about. Eddie, please, listen to what you're saying"

"I don't know, it just hurts me that you didn't even talk to me about it" Eddie lifted his arms and ran them through his face and hair in frustration.

"I'm sorry, I thought you would already know it wasn't true, I thought you trusted me more"

"I think it'll be better if I just go, we can keep talking tomorrow" he said tiredly. And you think you've never slept worse than that night, having nightmares about your talk tomorrow and they all ended in Eddie breaking up with you. You were finally feeling better about the cheerleaders’ situation, trusting that Eddie chose you and that he never felt that way with any of the others. And now only to find out he doesn't trust you enough. He had a point when he said that you cheated on your ex with him, but you have told him a thousand times how good you felt with him, with Eddie, no one had made you feel like he did, you have never fallen for someone the way you fell for him. And you thought you were clear about it.

Eddie didn't have his best night either, he didn't even sleep, insecurities and jealousy running through his mind all night long, feeling bad about the way he treated you and just wishing he could be holding you tightly in his arms right now.

When the next day came, you woke up early, like every other morning and went downstairs so you could have breakfast before going to school. When you got to the kitchen you heard the front door knocking, and as you went to see who it was, you saw Eddie standing there waiting for you to open the door.

"What are you doing here this early?" you were really surprised, he never wakes up this early, he even gets to school late so he could sleep his extra minutes.

"I couldn't sleep last night, so I thought I could come here and talk to you so I would stop torturing myself"

"Come in" you were so scared or nervous? you couldn't decipher what it was, but it wasn't pleasing.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you last night, my insecurities got the best of me” he couldn’t even look at you, the floor being way more interesting to look at. It was his nerves that you will get tired of him and leave.

“I just want you to know that I would never do that to you, the way I feel about you I never felt that for anyone, I want you to trust me when I say that I only need you, because I really do”

“You really did have to do a lot of work into trusting me, your ‘friends’ have been very bitchy to you after we started dating and I don’t thank you for that enough, I’m so glad you still choose me after everything I did and… I’m so fucking scared of losing you”

“When you asked me to be your girlfriend I told you that I really wanted to make this work, and it wasn’t going to be easy, we knew that, but I did my part into trusting you, now I need you to trust me… can you do that?”

“I can, I promise baby”

He gave you a kiss like the one he did after you said yes to being his girlfriend, like the one that made you wish you could be kissed like that again. It wasn’t easy dating a guy that was so famous among your friend group, and for so intimate reasons. Just like it wasn’t easy to date a girl that was so wanted in the school, especially if the guy dating her is so hated in that said school. But you did make it work, and it was worth every minute.

[happilychaengs]

Solemn Silence

a/n: obviously i don't edit considering how fast i got this published. 3 hours for this. this is kind of my replacement for the jihyo piece i unpublished but it's nothing alike. tried being my descriptive but idk. maybe it didn't turn out like i thought it did. i also thought of making a new series with a car involved but idk how that'd work. i was extremely inspired by a late night drive i went on with my friends when it was raining. might make more pieces with rain involved

word count: 1,136

jihyo x gender neutral reader

"Are you kidding me?" You scoffed as you looked down at the text on your phone. You really didn't think this wouldn't be you spent your night today. Driving in the rain close to midnight, all because of one simple text from a girl you don't talk to anymore for reasons unbeknownst to you.

The rain came down in sheets as your windshield wipers were working harder than usual, swishing back and forth in a sort of hypnotic fashion. Navigating the slick and shiny roads was a hard task but it was nothing compared to the challenge that laid ahead when you saw her again standing on the sidewalk. She looked annoyed and wet, her hair slicked back as she was wearing simple dress accompanied with a black overcoat. It made you really question if this was the same girl you knew.

As you pulled up to the sidewalk, she quickly made her way in and sat down, averting her gaze in every way she could.

"Why'd you text me, Ji-"

"Please drive."

Definitely the same girl. Reluctantly, you started the engine again as the tension in the car became palpable. The only sound was the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof as Jihyo stared out the window, slightly huffing on the glass, making it all foggy and scribbling on it with her fingers.

A long tunnel is in sight as you go through, the pounding of the rain on your windshield effectively stopping. Now it's truly dead silent. You thought this would allow her to start talking to you, but now that your own breaths were the only sound that could be heard throughout the car as you drove, you missed the monotonous rhythm of the rain.

You break the silence. "Jihyo-"

"Stop. Don't... Don't talk please." She starts it again.

Exiting the tunnel and hearing the rain pour again on your car, you ponder about why she does the things she does. Park Jihyo, the infamous heart breaker. The supposed woman who has it all and yet it never feels like it when you're with her. She always feels like she's missing something from her being. A hole in her heart per se.

You park the car on a seemingly stranded sidewalk, making her glance over at you.

"Why'd you stop?"

You pull your keys out of the ignition and lean your head back on the head rest, "Tell me what's going on. You don't speak to me for months, and you text me now of all times. What is it you want from me?"

Her breath hitches as her eyes wander to the windshield glazed in a cover of water, to your hands on the shift stick, and finally to the exhausted look you have in your eyes, a small frown on your lips.

"Either you talk or we're not going anywhere." A stray car passes you by, the headlights casting a hazy glow through the thick curtain of rain.

You see the inner turmoil in her eyes, the war she has going on inside her mind. "Look- I... I don't know. Okay?"

"You... don't know." You repeat in a low chuckle, "That's all you have to say? Because I think there's just a little more on your mind."

"Stop, Y/N. For both our sakes. Stop pushing it."

As you stared out the window, you spoke out, "For both our sakes? My best friend of my entire life suddenly stops talking to me and suddenly you text me now? And it's better for my sake to just not know why? Fuck you. That's bullshit."

You see the slightest reflection of her through the window and you can tell she's surprised. You've never spoken to her like that in the years you've known her. Even through the angriest of arguments, you would never lash out at her like that.

"I... I'm sorry." And for no apparent reason, you hear the door unlock and close. You glance over at her seat and it's empty.

You groan and exit the car yourself, quickly running to the sidewalk as you stared at her, your brows crinkled and water dripping down your face.

"What are you doing? Get back inside, Jihyo. You're going to get a cold."

Her back was facing you as she spoke, "No."

You sigh, your breath becoming a white cloud fading off into the distance. "Jihyo, please. I'm sorry, okay? You don't have to talk about it."

And you didn't expect her to be so abrupt, switching her tone so fast as she turned to you, her entire face dripping with water, her makeup coming off. "No. You wanted to hear it, right? Why I avoided you? Why I texted you now?"

A tearful chuckle escapes her mouth, making you finally notice that those were tears rolling down her face, the rain masking it all. "I was on a date, okay? The first one I've been on since I stopped talking to you! And you know what I felt? Absolutely fucking nothing!"

She pulls out her phone, all her tears and raindrops dripping onto the screen, quickly showing you all the drafts of her texts and messages. All deleted from under your name. All messages saying the words you never thought you'd hear from her. I love you.

She shoves her phone back into her pockets, "I wasn't used to feeling like this when I'm with you! Like my heart was going to burst out from my chest! Like I couldn't control myself! Each and every time I tried to forget, I couldn't help but think of you! So yes, Y/N! I avoided you! But it was because I love you!"

She turns her back on you again as she starts storming off, not caring for a response from you. Your head and heart seem to fall in agreement as your legs run quickly behind her, you tugging at her hand.

Her head turns back to you with a tearful look, "What?" Her tone was so soft, unlike her usual loud demeanor. She seemed... so vulnerable. Something you've never seen.

And then you do something you didn't expect to do in your lifetime. Your lips were pressed to hers. The rain was pouring on the two of you but you didn't seem to care. Her eyes widen but she soon deepens the kiss, getting lost in the feeling of you.

The world begins melting away around you two. The rain, the storm, it all fades into the background. You hold each other close for warmth, as you feel the rain trickle down your back.

The two of you stare into each other's eyes as you don't feel like there is a need for any more words to be said. Solemn silence. It's how it began and it's how it will end.

[skiiyoomin]

I was wondering if you could write a saiki & reader oneshot fic with a reader who has DID & C-PTSD and paranoid tendencies? I understand that that might be a bit too hard to write but just in case I got some recorces that might be handy, here is the link to DID listing from my own copy of the newest version of the DSM https://www.dropbox.com/sh/htaraej65e34tg9/AADBATmelRQFUBfTMxaJ3W6wa?dl=0 as well as this website that has a lot of good info on it https://did-research.org/ and this page I found that has a brief overview of C-PTSD https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/24881-cptsd-complex-ptsd but I also recommend quickly reading thru the different types of flashbacks (shouldn't be that hard to find info on)

The main idea is that because of the mix dissociation,switching,paranoia, different types of flashbacks etc that the readers thoughts are very fucking confusing to saiki (feel free to use this premise for any kind of plot you want just try not to make it overly angsty is all I ask, well as un-angsty as you can get with C-PTSD anyways lol) I just wanna see more y/n / reader inserts that I can actually relate to but the saiki K fandom is so small

Can be platonic or romantic

Hi!! So sorry for the late reply, I researched as much as I could so if theres anything remotely wrong or different please tell me! Ngl, im not very sure i like how it turned out, nevertheless I hope you enjoy :))

Also i totally get that its hard finding stuff for saiki k which is the reason why i write for it in the first place, they totally deserve more recognition!! Feel free to send more requests in the future!!

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Content: somewhat angsty but not really, i tried to be as vague as possible so as not to trigger anyone, reader suffers from trauma, DID, CPTSD, swearing, fluffy ending? slightly oc saiki

Summary: Saiki was used to listening to many types of thoughts, and at one point, nothing he heard surprised him. However when you came around, he was beyond confused. What sparks as a little curiosity might turn into something more.

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ღNo matter what

He was used to it, or at least that's what he used to tell himself. Throughout the years he had heard all sorts of thoughts, at one point, he learned to tune them out when need be, having listened in on weird enough ideas that now don't surprise him anymore.

When you came in the picture, he was...baffled, to say the least. Confusing wasn't even close of a word to express how he felt. Your thought process was anything but simple. At times it'd be a fuzzy mess almost as if you lost part of your memory, other times, you'd think as if you were a completely different person, contradicting many of your previous thoughts. But what disturbed him most was the series of traumatic thoughts that would cross your mind. Flashbacks he realized in that moment.

In the beginning he felt annoyed, as per usual. Often times, he'd find you in class with a dazed expression, which to be frank, he had seen enough times to not give it a second thought. But then his attention would be caught when your mind would wander and you'd start thinking in a very unusual way. They were so unlike the person you presented to be, so much so that Saiki was left perplexed and in need to understand exactly what was going on.

The more it happened the more worried he'd be. There were days where you acted a certain way, and other days where you acted completely different. He could tell you weren't being fake trying to act differently for attention, after all, your thoughts lined up with the you acted and the things you said. Rather, it was the abrupt changes in your behaviour that had him thinking for far longer than he normally would.

Along the way, he also picked up how you'd flinch if you were in sudden physical contact, the way your shoulders would tense and the way your heart beat would speed up. Saiki wasn't stupid of course, he was aware that all of this was caused by some form of trauma.

He knew not to pry, yet his heart strings pulled everytime he saw you having a bad moment. So he began to follow you, in disguise of course, and even if he seemed like a stalker, he couldn't help it. Eventually he began to connect the dots, your reactions, behaviors, everything. It made sense now.

Unconciously, his words began to soften around you, his touch became gentler, he looked out for you in ways he had never done so with others. You began to notice but in no way did you mind, if anything, Saiki was someone you took great comfort in. What started of small slowly grew into something neither of you expected.

Of course, that didn't make it any less hard for either of you. Like right now. You were laying in Saikis bed, your head resting on his shoulder as you watched a movie, when suddenly a specific scene had triggered an anxiety attack. Your mind was racing through flashbacks of the many disturbing events you had gone through. Saiki was up almost immediately, having read your mind and sensed your reaction.

His touch was soft, his hands cupping your face so gently you'd think he was scared to break you, which he was. He was in no way someone who could comfort others easily. Nevertheless he tried his best. He attempted to lower your heart rate, rubbing small circles against your back as his other hand held the back of your head. No words were needed, they never were. He had, in a way, been there for you, way before you two even became a thing, so none of this was a surprise for either of you.

That didn't ease the guilt in your heart any less. You always felt bad. You knew Saiki could read you, literally. And well, it wasn't pretty. Countless times you had attempted to push him away, yet he never budged.

"'m sorry" you mumbled against his shoulder as your rested your head on it.

He cupped your face in his hands, pulling you to look at him.

`I won't let you push me away. The things you went through won't make me see you any differently, because to me you'll still be someone I cherish'

Your eyes welled up as you looked him deep in the eyes, finding nothing but love for you. Still cupping your face, he ran his thumbs under your eyes, wiping the tears away. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

'I love you'

"No matter what?"

`No matter what'

[evilfloralfoolery]

Okay, so I've spent some time "listening" to Adrian talk about himself, and this is what I have so far for his character nonsense. SHIT GOT REALLY WEIRD REALLY QUICK lol.

It's under the cut because it's hella long, as per the usual. Kinda surprised he was the one that spoke up first, but hey....

Adrian is part of Grimm and Indigo's universe and is one of Grimm's men. We're talking tactical, not tactile, you perverts lol.

Name: Adrian Vaughn

Age: 29

Star Sign: Leo

Partner: Tahoma "Eddie" Shonto

Appearance: 6'1" (185-ish cm). Medium athletic build. Long layered hair that is about shoulder length and a mix of brown, black, red, copper, blond, and any other "natural" hair color. Dark red eyes. Slightly pointed canines on top and bottom teeth (he's not a cryptid. Keep reading for more on that). Various tattoos, including two mourning bands on his left upper bicep. Various piercings, including labret, tongue, nipples, and elsewhere. Big "come fuck me" energy.

Weapon of Choice: Bare hands, knives, voice.

Other Weapons: Demon-assisted antics.

Likes: Goth rap, fast cars, red meat, sashimi, tight jeans, video games, darts, lifting weights, running, rock climbing, hot weather, spicy food, artifacts, fixing shit, Eddie's cooking.

Dislikes: Extreme formality, people with no sense of humor, raw tomatoes, country music, pastel or white colors, people who walk too slow, public transit, liars, religious crap, cold weather, button down shirts.

Allergic to: Dust and probably other shit we haven't discovered yet.

Sensitive to: Any manmade scent, camphor, cleaning products, the pepper gas that he creates in the kitchen when he tries to cook.

Other Snzfucker Info: (Read his history first to understand this better.) Adrian is weird one because while he has the fetish, it's not just for hearing others. He's HELLA turned on by hearing himself, but he wasn't like this until he became the housing unit for a powerful demon. It's a constant source of annoyance for him because he'd rather not be, but there's nothing he can do about it. I don't make the rules, y'all. This is some wtfery.

History: Adrian was a real "problem child" growing up. He liked to play "fuck around and find out" with dangerous (and often illegal) shit. Until the people he loved got hurt by it. That was a real eye-opener for him. (I'm still learning about Adrian, so I don't have a complete picture yet.) At some point, he was scouted by Grimm's organization (F.I.R.E.) and that's where he met Eddie. That escalated quickly into something more than friends.

The Exchange: Eddie was shot in the line of duty and basically died in Adrian's arms. Adrian sacrificed himself to save Eddie’s life, but technically, Eddie was already dead.  So, he had to offer the death gods something in exchange to bring his partner back.  He offered himself. The death gods accepted, but instead of taking Adrian’s life, they made a different sort of arrangement.  Adrian isn’t alone in his body anymore.  There’s a powerful demon in there with him.  It basically shares his soul now.  As long as Adrian is alive, the demon is confined.  (I have a much longer explanation about this that I will put somewhere else.) It changed Adrian's appearance. His hair is a multitude of colors (black, blond, red, copper, etc.) His hazel eyes turned dark red. He was somewhat slight of frame before, but came back as something stronger, bigger, and faster.

Fun facts:

*Adrian actually has pretty great singing voice, but he plays it off as being obnoxious and rarely uses it in that way. He CAN, however, use it in a more nefarious way, thanks to his demonic side. The power of suggestion is strong.

*He's twice as strong as a regular human and extremely fast. All of senses are much, MUCH keener since "The Exchange." He's become F.I.R.E.'s best tracker because of this.

*He likes to eat Carolina Reaper peppers for snacks. His tolerance for spicy food is unreal.

*"Cards Against Humanity" is his favorite game.

*He seriously cannot cook for shit. Pretty sure he could burn water.